Modern Day

I wonder, where is the line we must cross to enter into "real life"? Does that make the life we've lived beforehand simply a "fake life"? Who gets to judge whether or not you're an "adult" or you're still "growing up"? Technically, by age 18, you're a legal adult, at least here. But that's not the same everywhere - Hebrew manhood is age 13.

Where is this line that you must step over to be considered mature, able, older, sophisticated? Personally, I think it might just be drawn in the sand. Or that like all our unwritten rules, it simply doesnt exist. There are adults who act as immature as children, and children who have seen more than an adult ever should.

If everyone has to go through this same repetitive education process, why is it not considered to be "real life"? It's as much a part of life as paying bills and raising kids. I wonder, if a couple never have children, do they ever "grow up"? Maybe that's what seperates the "adults" from the "young adults". The responsibility factor.

I visited my future place of residence today. It was quite fun I must admit, and a little overwhelming - at least Ill know a couple people, so I wont be completely on my own. But I know myself, I know how strong I am, and I think I'll be fine. I'll have to be.

And even though it shouldnt matter - estimated 13.55 miles. Because dreams are so incredibly hard to let go of, and if I were even in the least bit religious I would pray during every minute of my spare time to whichever diety could promise that dream would be fulfilled.

But I keep falling back on my old mantra - If something's meant to be, it will be.

I was thinking in English the other day, how eventually this era is going to be in a text book like the Renaissance, Romantic, Baroque, and Victorian eras. Future students will study our writing styles and our ideals. Thankfully for them, most writings are electronic - writers of the future will be thanked for being lightweight.

Regardless of warnings, the future doesnt scare me at all.